We are pushing the night back in to the woods, I am pushing the night. There are Warriors behind me, and Spawn in front of me. A simple purpose from the Disir. Push.

We break into a clearing, Our line spreads and breaks. The spawn push in from all angles.

I swing and clash with all my might. They keep coming, endless hordes of them.

My defense breaks, I get a nick, bleeding. Another. And Another. I let out one more battlecry as I lunge at them.

It is done.

I have done what any man should.

I have done what I could.

And now, I rest.